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Life’s garlands I am hanging on this post

Posted on May 3, 2014 by oawritingspoemspaintings

Spring’s tender moments
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There is a quote that says…
Life is a party but you are the one to hang the garlands.
May these photos be the garlands I am hanging on this post
As an ode to nature’s creation and its inhabitants.

P.s There is not much to add besides that I carefully chose each & every photo that spoke in a unique way to my heart as I hope it will do to you 🙂

Weeds are beautiful!
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Nature’s canvas
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The way of the wise…
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My way of painting 🙂
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Should not earth be more apprized than our riches
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The small but valuable too
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Heavenly glow
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Powerful beauty
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Creative blend with nature
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Light & reflection
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Why are you staring at us
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Still image yet chirping reality
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Earth’s promises…
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Butterfly rescue

Posted on February 7, 2014 by oawritingspoemspaintings

Stuck with foam & sand ©copyright2014owpp

Strolling along the sea our eyes were caught by
Your struggle with sand and foam flapping uselessly
Your altered colored wings…we then gently held
Them between our thumb & index to place you under
The protection of the dunes where you clung to the
Dry weeds grasping with all your might succeeding
To flap your wings once again rendering your freedom

And ours…